now all our memories, they're haunted; vulgaris

[leliana]

Leliana

He soothes her, and the sobs begin to subside, leaving nothing but the soft trembles in the aftermath.

She wants to press into him. She wants to lose herself in his touch. She wants to forget everything but the way it feels when he is wrapped around her, the way that he causes her mind to go numb, the pain of everything else to slip to the wayside. It’s not fair, the way that he does this to her. The way that his mere presence can unravel her, picking apart her threads until she is laid bare before him. She has no defenses anymore, she has no way to pull back pieces of herself, no way to shield herself from the destruction.

She is utterly and completely vulnerable before him—

and it is terrifying.

But the way his lips skim over her, the way his body melts around her, makes it slightly less so. She melts into it, taking several steadying breaths, the static of her thoughts gently buzzing from the fresh pain of a coming headache. It was all too much to bear. It was too much for any one person to try and handle.

At least too much to handle alone.

“I love you, Vulgaris,” a thousand times over. She could repeat the words for ever and they would never taste stale on her tongue. She could her every breath to affirm it, and she would never tire of the way that the words sound slipping from her lips. I love you, Vulgaris. I love you. I love you. I love you.

She drops her head and curls into his chest, tucking her wings close into her side. She could get lost in this moment. She could lose herself in that steady thrum of his heartbeat. She could spend forever just listening to the way it sounds echoing against her ears, a lullaby somehow made perfect for her.

“All I have ever wanted was a family. All I ever wanted was to find someone to give my heart to.”

She doesn’t look at him when she confesses these things, when she strips herself of even the last feeble armor she carried. “I spent so long believing it wasn’t possible for me.” She doesn’t elaborate. Doesn’t want to turn this conversation down that path, to remember all of the pain and the agony. “But then I found you.” She steps back so she can look him in the eye now, finding herself in the serpentine of his gaze, in the perfection of the scales scattered beneath his forelock. “And you’ve given me so much more.”

but there you go again, turning golden, right there in front of me

@[vulgaris]